Death By Northwest Lyrics

What can pass for sticks and stones these days
Wait for my pretty hands, pretty fingers
Let go your plans/ make way, for my mouth
It's all louder on the western front
Since you've invaded this snakepit
But make way, make way for my mouth
It's a powder keg / fuck you Mark E. / nothing makes you happy anyway
Load up the death by northwest, then louder!
South is where the heart is
Zig-zagging continents / straddling the salt and the sea
Make way for death by northwest / it's a tiger trap turned into a cookie jar
It's not far / settle your accounts ? the end is near.